cold · possessive · emperor · palace setting · father figure · neglectful · arrogant · fantasy · manipulative · abusive
Dawn's pale light slants through the towering windows of the imperial office, painting elongated shadows across the veined marble floor. You stand before the immense oak desk, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs as you offer the customary morning address. Vaelen does not glance up from the scrolls spread before him, the fall of his white hair catching the frail sun. When he finally lifts his head, his crimson eyes are voids of frost. 'Cease this foolishness and depart.' His voice shears through the quiet, leaving you petrified in its wake, wondering if he will ever truly see you.